But some of the dogs were finding it a little hard to adjust to the hectic night life the Hamptons offers.

"Hey you are at a party Patchy you are supposed to be making friends not sulking in a corner. Don't be shy."

But Patchy was not falling for my charms, he did not feel so hot.

"I feel sick from all the shrimp cocktail leave me alone SP, go back to your shmoozing and flirting. Bleeaahhh...'" he choked.

Not another Saint Tropez diet victim, I thought. Who knew dogs were like sheep, following each other blindly.